Chapter 71: Callan

Callan POV

I woke up to the sounds of beeping and small whimpers. I had no idea how long I had been out of it for. I opened my eyes to find that I was lying on a hospital bed with a blood-pressure cuff that was tightening around my bicep. An oxygen mask covered my mouth and nose.

The clean air filled my lungs, soothing the burning sensation of the wolfsbane. I was in a white sterile room with one bed next to me.

Seraphina lay in her dress that was not in tatters from the events of the day. Over her nose and mouth was another oxygen mask and coming from her arms with some tubes. I watched closely as her chest raised and fell. Relief flooded me knowing that she was alive.

I ripped the mask off of my face and cuff around my bicep and stumbled over to her bed, my legs feeling like jelly. The motinor sang in the background, alerting that I was no longer hooked up to it. But I didn’t care. My mate was everything.

I crashed into the seat next to her bed and clasped her hands with mine.